Laura sat upon a chair of one the little café places that dotted the stretch of boardwalk that ran along the beach. The day weather was sunny, people were out, and everything seemed like an average day. Well except for the few people that had mentioned a troubling thing as they had passed by her. The very reason why she was staring down at a dead cell phone that she was currently holding in her left hand. The Xavier school had been attacked. Now from what she understood of what other people would do, she should be calling and trying to contact somebody. However, she wasn't like other people. She was a mutant, or what could be passed as a mutant. That and she actually only had three numbers in her phone. Two of which she had personally seen to the destruction of the phones they were attached to. The other.....well that's what she seemed to be unsure about.
The young woman set the phone down on the table before her and gently picked up the can of soda that was in front of her. Sipping on it as she surveyed the scene around her, Laura appeared to be like any other "goth" or "emo" person around her age. Long black hair, pale skin, and wearing dark clothes. Only also seemed to be a strange mix of those and an athletic style as well. She wore a pair of black boots, faded blue jeans, a black tank top, and what appeared to be either tightly wound bandages or athletic tape that covered her hands much like you would see a boxer or a professional wrestler wear. So yeah, she was a strange breed indeed. What was she doing sitting on a boardwalk in Florida? That answer was simple, she needed to be away from the hustle and bustle of New York. She was staying at one of the safe houses that Doctor Kinney, her mother, had marked down. Luckily it was dark, dark as in the Faculty had not been using it anymore.
Nonetheless, Laura was currently unsure of what to do. The phone she had was nearly at it's limit and had enough for one last call. Which was good for her if she wanted to go dark and avoid being tracked. Yet it was also bad for her. She could only make contact once, and if there was a situation that needed explaining, the power supply would not last. Which was bad. With nothing decided, the young woman would simply watch the people around her and observe them. Mayhap watching one of them would give her an answer?
((For anybody reading this, I'm sorry if it's hard to read or stay on track. I'm a wee bit out of practice. ))
The young woman set the phone down on the table before her and gently picked up the can of soda that was in front of her. Sipping on it as she surveyed the scene around her, Laura appeared to be like any other "goth" or "emo" person around her age. Long black hair, pale skin, and wearing dark clothes. Only also seemed to be a strange mix of those and an athletic style as well. She wore a pair of black boots, faded blue jeans, a black tank top, and what appeared to be either tightly wound bandages or athletic tape that covered her hands much like you would see a boxer or a professional wrestler wear. So yeah, she was a strange breed indeed. What was she doing sitting on a boardwalk in Florida? That answer was simple, she needed to be away from the hustle and bustle of New York. She was staying at one of the safe houses that Doctor Kinney, her mother, had marked down. Luckily it was dark, dark as in the Faculty had not been using it anymore.
Nonetheless, Laura was currently unsure of what to do. The phone she had was nearly at it's limit and had enough for one last call. Which was good for her if she wanted to go dark and avoid being tracked. Yet it was also bad for her. She could only make contact once, and if there was a situation that needed explaining, the power supply would not last. Which was bad. With nothing decided, the young woman would simply watch the people around her and observe them. Mayhap watching one of them would give her an answer?
((For anybody reading this, I'm sorry if it's hard to read or stay on track. I'm a wee bit out of practice. ))